Two years ago, I started my blog and 7,000 views later, it still gets a few hits. Interestingly enough, that first entry was on Father's Day 2011, when I wrote the piece on Father's Day - I probably haven't done a lot right, but my girls are the exception. Today those exceptional girls and Cathy gave me the best present ever, the first four volumes of scrapbooks about my life.
As Cathy and I talked about what gift I wanted, I dreaded the fact that maybe the Salt Lake Tribune (or even the Deseret News) would be the only chronicled history of my life and that if I died or passed away, my girls would know very little about me. To a lesser extent, my blog entries, have been a public documentation of some experiences but even it doesn't always reflect a lot of life's events, and certainly not some of the stuff that matters most. It would be difficult to go back and document in any detail the kind of narrative a journal would have provided me, but these volumes do provide a start. Sarah mentioned to me that she's learned so much more about me, since she started the project and Jessica has actually been going back and transferring my mission journal to a digital format and reminds me of stories that I would have long since forgotten.
Mine hasn't certainly been a perfect life and some things I wish hadn't been documented so well, but there is value in them. I can certainly do better and look forward to making a better attempt at keeping a written journal. I remember the day my father died, his autobiography that my brother Clayton assisted him in writing had come back from the printer that day. Matching almost entirely his life and a valuable asset for his descendants in knowing the history of his life. I cherish his final testimony and his counsel to us as children on what's important in our own lives. Lessons I look back to almost daily.
Thanks to Cathy, Jessica and Sarah for not letting me be forgotten.